Half a year passed in a flash and was about to come soon. He had to figure out Luo Zijun's affairs as soon as possible, and then use the hands of the Immortal and Demon Prince to expand the Holy Master's Demon Realm and improve his luck.

Or, get a few good gods with great luck and fight with the powerful gods in the divine world for a few more times. If you don’t get more luck to more than 200, you will feel no security at all.

"Quickly solve the problem here. If Yang Douzi can't give me a satisfactory answer, I don't need to stay here."

Li Shaoyang's eyes flashed with brilliance, stood up decisively, walked towards the door of the training room, and there was a crackling sound on his body, which made the skin, flesh, muscles and bones all over his body shake, and his magic power flowed, reaching an astonishing 2.4 million generations.

With the spiritual human realm, it is incredible and sensational.

But Li Shaoyang actually pulled the corner of his mouth, as if he was very dissatisfied.

In fact, this time, with the help of Yang Sanlu, Li Shaoyang expected that his mana should reach 2.7 million generations, but the result was only 2.4 million generations, which means that 300,000 generations were missing.

It’s not that Li Shaoyang is too ambitious, nor is it that Li Shaoyang makes mistakes during his understanding, but that a strange restraining force begins to appear in the process of increasing mana power, which binds the growth of mana power.

This kind of binding force was inexplicably generated for no reason. It could not be blocked or solved. As soon as it appeared, it stubbornly blocked Li Shaoyang.

At first, Li Shaoyang thought he was conspired by Yang Sanlu, so he hurriedly found out that it was not a conspiracy at all, but a kind of constraint on the realm, just like opening up the world of my own, the barriers of the realm that originally existed in the human body.

He was originally just a spiritual human realm, but his magic power exceeded the support and bearing of this realm. As his magic power grew to a certain limit, this extreme internal pressure began to appear, making it difficult for his magic power to grow any more.

Based on Li Shaoyang's perception, after careful calculation, a conclusion was finally drawn.

If he does not survive the Taoist tribulation, it will be difficult for his magic power to increase further from then on. Even if he has great skills, his magic power will not exceed three million generations at most.

Congratulations to Li Shaoyang and congratulations to Li Shaoyang.

Before he knew it, Li Shaoyang became a pioneer again.

Perhaps no one has confirmed such a limit from ancient times to the present.

"Where is Yang Yuan?"

"Stand out and speak!"

As soon as Li Shaoyang walked out of the training room, he saw Yang Sanlu, Elder Tie, and eight serious and cruel people next to him.

Seeing them wearing it, a divine tiger embroidered on the edge of their robes, the divine tiger slapped down with its claws, patting a dazzling Hengyang, as if the power of the divine tiger was about to crush the sun.

It turned out to be the attendant of Yang Douzi. No wonder he has a low cultivation level and is full of confidence.

Seeing Li Shaoyang coming out, he didn't even shout at the Third Young Master.

Li Shaoyang pursed his lips, stepped out, and said calmly: "I am the one, the battle has begun, so let's go."

The eight followers' expressions did not fluctuate, and they could not see their joys, anger, likes and dislikes towards Li Shaoyang, so they turned around and left.

Li Shaoyang followed without saying a word.

Yang Sanlu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. He gave Elder Tie a wink and followed.

For this battle, the Biyang tribe specially drew a vast field, just east of the city, in the closest place to the sun rising.

At this time, it was already crowded.

All around were filled with people from the Biyang tribe. Everyone knew that the last battle was from the Biyang tribe to the heart of the Lanjin tribe, but they lost seven of the ten battles, ending in a tragic failure.

Therefore, today's battle is crucial and directly determines the ownership of Ziyun Treasure Shirt. Not only that, it also determines the future trend of the two similar tribes.

When Li Shaoyang arrived, he saw Yang Douzi at a glance. Behind him were heavyweight elders such as Gudra, each of whom looked solemn.

On the same position opposite Yangdouzi, there was an old man with a domineering and calm face, Meng Jiang, the leader of the Lanjin tribe.

Mengjiang only brought eight elders of the Lanjin Tribe, and the momentum was obviously not comparable to Yang Douzi. After all, this is the territory of the Biyang Tribe and has a home court advantage.

However, as long as you observe carefully, you will find that compared with both sides, the Lanjin tribe has much stronger confidence than the Biyang tribe.

The Lanjin tribe has won seven games. Today, if you win another four games, you can ensure victory. In the least, you only need to win three games, and you will have a chance to turn the tables.

If it were anyone, you would naturally be calm if you had the confidence in your heart.

When Li Shaoyang arrived, all the ten children from the Biyang tribe who participated in the competition were arranged. Even Li Shaoyang, the ten children were arranged to sit on a special stone platform.

Ten of them attracted much attention.

There is scenery, but there is naturally unlimited pressure.

If you lose again, I am afraid that the resentment and saliva of the people of the Biyang tribe will be drowned.

By chance, Li Shaoyang was the last one to arrive, sitting on the far right, and he was his dear cousin, Yang Guoguo, the eldest son of the Yang family.

Seeing that Li Shaoyang was coming calmly, Yang Guoguo's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness. After Li Shaoyang sat down, a ruthless voice came: "Third brother, I really didn't expect that you could sit here and have the courage to sit here."

There were no surprises for the other eight people next to him.

It seems that when the eldest young master of the Yang family saw the third young master of the Yang family, he did not say anything harshly?

What's more, this time, the third young master of the Yang family suddenly turned over and actually slaughtered Gu Tianyang. Not only did he humiliated Elder Gudra, he also slapped the face of the eldest young master of the Yang family.

Yang Guoguo, who has always looked down on his third brother, suddenly saw his third brother sitting in the same position as him. It would be strange if he didn't vomit blood in his heart.

Because it is home court, the right time, place and people, the other eight children did not have much concern about the battle. Instead, they felt that they were sure to win, and they were even eager to try, wishing they could take action immediately, show their power in front of everyone in the tribe, and improve their prestige in one fell swoop.

At this time, seeing Yang Guoguo unable to wait to attack him, she couldn't help but look at the show, not afraid of big trouble when watching the fun.

That look of eyes was obviously unwilling to let Yang Guoguo and Li Shaoyang roll up their sleeves and have a big fight on this stone platform.

Li Shaoyang turned his head lightly and smiled: "There are too many things that I can't imagine. I'm afraid that my brother will not be mentally prepared enough and cannot bear it. I think you should focus your eyes on the people of the Lanjin tribe and be careful to underestimate your opponent. If you lose to the injury or even die in battle, that is a small matter. If the tribe cannot capture the Ziyun Treasure Shirt, lose its dignity and status, that is a big matter."

This is too damn, too heartbroken.

Yang Guoguo's three corpses were so angry that they were furious, their eyes turned red, and their hands tightly held the handle of the chair, and tried their best to calm down their efforts.

Even so, Yang Guoguo still gritted her teeth and said word by word: "Remember it for me."

Listening to Yang Guoguo's threat of gritting teeth but forcibly enduring, Li Shaoyang curled his lips disapprovingly, as if he hadn't realized it.

He even turned his attention to the Lanjin Tribe opposite, which was also a stone platform, ten seats, and ten children of the Lanjin Tribe.

When Yang Guoguo saw that Li Shaoyang ignored him, she suddenly became even more angry and roared in her heart: Good, Yang Yuan, I think my strength has increased, but I dare not take me seriously. After today, I will see how I deal with you.

No matter how angry Yang Guoguo was, Li Shaoyang seemed to be invincible and didn't care at all.

The biggest humiliation is not verbal attacks, which will make the opponent attack perfectly, nor will it directly kill the opponent, but ignore it.

Li Shaoyang did not ignore it without any emotional fluctuations.

Yang Guoguo could not have imagined that the so-called Yang Yuan was no longer himself. Yang Yuan sitting beside him was just a body. The real person was the extremely arrogant Li Shaoyang.

In Li Shaoyang's eyes, among the people who are not far from strength, there are not many people who can be regarded as their opponents by him, and there is absolutely no Yang Guoguo here.

With Yang Guoguo's qualifications, he couldn't even get in the threshold, which made Li Shaoyang unable to raise his mind to look at him.

What's more, how to put pressure on Li Shaoyang?

Yang Guoguo’s threat sounds more like a cold joke.

Li Shaoyang maintained his calm heart, and his plain and sharp eyes rushed towards the opposite side, passing by the ten children of the Lanjin tribe one by one.

Just one glance made Li Shaoyang probably find out the other party's strength.

It is indeed quite amazing. There are three who have pure magic powers that are comparable to him. There are three who have surpassed him. One of them even gave him a rather hazy, cloudy and foggy feeling.

Based on this alone, Li Shaoyang concluded that the Biyang tribe was not feeling well today.

If the Biyang tribe wants to win at least seven games in front of such an opponent, it can only be seen whether God is beautiful or not.

Relatively speaking, Li Shaoyang's mood was the most dull, and whether the Biyang tribe won or not has nothing to do with him.

"Start draw lots."

Yang Douzi, the big man at the highest point, finally spoke out.

At this time, it was a ray of golden sunlight in the east that spread out the vast wilderness, the green grass and the clear pool were all stained with a layer of gorgeous and dreamy golden brilliance.

The process of drawing lots is very simple. Ten people from both sides participated in the battle, and at the same time, they drew a number that had been prepared long ago, and decided to participate in the battle order and the opponent.

The result came out soon.

Li Shaoyang was surprised. He was the last one to play, and Yang Guoguo beside him was the second to last.

Li Shaoyang could only give this result a sarcastic smile, as if he was really destined to be with this Yang Guoguo.

Since the order of the opponent was captured, the battle will of course begin immediately.

Whether it is the Biyang tribe or the Lanjin tribe, they are in urgent need of the final result.

"I'm the first one, so good. Let me Bai Wei teach you bastards from the Lanjin tribe a lesson."

The first person in the Biyang tribe to take action was Bai Wei.

This person is interesting. Although everyone in the Biyang tribe is related, it has been passed down from Tianao Demon King to their descendants for many generations. In addition, it has been mixed with the bloodline of other tiger tribes, and the people in the same tribe have actually formed various branches...
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